I remember that I got so weary of it and so anxious to have the matter settled one way or the other, and promptly, that this anxiety spoiled my days and my nights.

I had no pleasure in them.

I made up my mind to end this suspense and be done with it.

Will Bowen was dangerously ill with the measles and I thought I would go down there and catch them.

I entered the house by the front way and slipped along through rooms and halls, keeping sharp watch against discovery, and at last I reached Will's bed-chamber in the rear of the house on the second floor and got into it uncaptured.